Significant Other is convinced that I'm lying about the weather in Malta. Out of our four visits there together, it was only when we came there last July that it was anywhere near what it usually is.
The rest has been pretty awful - particularly last weekend. Throughout the week before our arrival there for a friend's wedding on Thursday, we heard nothing but how glorious the weather was, and how friends had had their first swim, their first proper tan of the season ...
One friend even said that he got sunburnt and peeled! And then we land there and it's rain, wind and rough seas. SO was definitely not impressed. Neither was I.
Meanwhile, back in the city, the sun was shining and the temperature was up to 25 degrees. Of course that doesn't really compare to being around family and friends, but it is quite frustrating to keep getting messages from people wanting you to join them for afternoons in the sun drinking Pimms.
At least I got to enjoy a couple of days of it on my return last Sunday. Poor SO went on to Barcelona to catch up with life there and it was just as bad as your end.
The beautiful weather made the perfect backdrop to what is being hailed as the "biggest turnout for a movie premiere ever" on Monday, when the four stars of the Sex And The City movie turned up for its world premiere in Leicester Square. Central London came to a standstill as Sarah Jessica Parker, Kim Cattrell, Cynthia Nixon and Kristin Davis walked the red carpet to pose in front of TV cameras and paparazzi from all over the world, ensuring that for the following two days, the country's woes (recession, gang murders on Oxford Street, London's new Tory mayor) were swept off the front pages to be replaced by - at best - serious pieces about the phenomenon that became SATC, and - at worst - "serious analysis" of Ms Parker's getup for the evening - an Alexander McQueen/Phillip Treacy combo which according to one ruthless blogger made
her look "like Peter Pan after he crash-landed in someone's garden".
Now I'll admit to having been a fan of the show, especially in the first three series, before it got really big (although I'm going to be very honest here and say that I actually prefer The Golden Girls, which preceded it by a decade.
It's very interesting to make a comparison between the two, and see how much similarities there are between them!) but I have reservations about a two hour and 20 minute cinematic episode which has been shrouded in secrecy up to the point where all those invited to the premiere were asked not to spill any beans.
Still, my real job requires me to see it, so I suppose at one point, I'll have to join the opening weekend throngs (a cinema in Chelsea has been sold out for the opening weekend for weeks) and sit among groups of fans who believe in a woman's right to shoes, and that a Cosmo and a discussion about sex is what being female is all about.
While I admit to being curious to see what the film is going to be about, I have to say, I have no high expectations. What I'm finding very intriguing about it all, however, is that behind the on screen friendship, and all the hugging and happiness on the red carpet, there's a more interesting drama developing: Things are not so good between the actresses themselves. It is no secret that way back when the series ended, there was already not much love lost between Ms Parker and Ms Cattrell. In fact, the latter needed quite a lot of convincing to be in the film, which is why - apparently - it took so long to get off the ground.
According to gossip columnists, the four are now at the point of being interviewed separately. Rumour has it that they all booked different time slots when recording a SATC TV special, in order to avoid bumping into each other. Perhaps soon they'll be reunited to appear in a new series called Stiletto Wars, based upon their true life story, and the cash bells will keep on ringing.
The rest has been pretty awful - particularly last weekend. Throughout the week before our arrival there for a friend's wedding on Thursday, we heard nothing but how glorious the weather was, and how friends had had their first swim, their first proper tan of the season ...
One friend even said that he got sunburnt and peeled! And then we land there and it's rain, wind and rough seas. SO was definitely not impressed. Neither was I.
Meanwhile, back in the city, the sun was shining and the temperature was up to 25 degrees. Of course that doesn't really compare to being around family and friends, but it is quite frustrating to keep getting messages from people wanting you to join them for afternoons in the sun drinking Pimms.
At least I got to enjoy a couple of days of it on my return last Sunday. Poor SO went on to Barcelona to catch up with life there and it was just as bad as your end.
The beautiful weather made the perfect backdrop to what is being hailed as the "biggest turnout for a movie premiere ever" on Monday, when the four stars of the Sex And The City movie turned up for its world premiere in Leicester Square. Central London came to a standstill as Sarah Jessica Parker, Kim Cattrell, Cynthia Nixon and Kristin Davis walked the red carpet to pose in front of TV cameras and paparazzi from all over the world, ensuring that for the following two days, the country's woes (recession, gang murders on Oxford Street, London's new Tory mayor) were swept off the front pages to be replaced by - at best - serious pieces about the phenomenon that became SATC, and - at worst - "serious analysis" of Ms Parker's getup for the evening - an Alexander McQueen/Phillip Treacy combo which according to one ruthless blogger made
her look "like Peter Pan after he crash-landed in someone's garden".
Now I'll admit to having been a fan of the show, especially in the first three series, before it got really big (although I'm going to be very honest here and say that I actually prefer The Golden Girls, which preceded it by a decade.
It's very interesting to make a comparison between the two, and see how much similarities there are between them!) but I have reservations about a two hour and 20 minute cinematic episode which has been shrouded in secrecy up to the point where all those invited to the premiere were asked not to spill any beans.
Still, my real job requires me to see it, so I suppose at one point, I'll have to join the opening weekend throngs (a cinema in Chelsea has been sold out for the opening weekend for weeks) and sit among groups of fans who believe in a woman's right to shoes, and that a Cosmo and a discussion about sex is what being female is all about.
While I admit to being curious to see what the film is going to be about, I have to say, I have no high expectations. What I'm finding very intriguing about it all, however, is that behind the on screen friendship, and all the hugging and happiness on the red carpet, there's a more interesting drama developing: Things are not so good between the actresses themselves. It is no secret that way back when the series ended, there was already not much love lost between Ms Parker and Ms Cattrell. In fact, the latter needed quite a lot of convincing to be in the film, which is why - apparently - it took so long to get off the ground.
According to gossip columnists, the four are now at the point of being interviewed separately. Rumour has it that they all booked different time slots when recording a SATC TV special, in order to avoid bumping into each other. Perhaps soon they'll be reunited to appear in a new series called Stiletto Wars, based upon their true life story, and the cash bells will keep on ringing.